| The poverty reality I live, it’s too cold | 
| This hunger, the anger, this hatred is just getting old | 
| So put the ski mask on my face now (hide my motherfucking face) | 
| Load up my grand dad’s gun (click, click) | 
| Run up in richie boy beach house | 
| And rob the fuck outta everyone (Run!) | 
| Rob from the rich and give to the poor | 
| Nothing can stop me I’m out on the roll | 
| Children are crying, and dying while you people laughing | 
| It’s outta control, you know | 
| Body in the hole keep that on the low | 
| Burning the way with the smoke | 
| I murder them all I rather you eat when you broke | 
| Than listen to one of these jokes | 
| I’m telling them all, this is a stick up | 
| Don’t nobody get up, nobody get hurt | 
| Watching them fall, might as well give up | 
| Cause I just lite up the whole fucking work | 
| Peace out to the wrong, hello to the right | 
| I’ll never be stoping to fight | 
| So we can be living just like some kings tonight | 
| Scrubbin' it up, but you’re livin the life | 
| Rich boys don’t expect me to roll up | 
| I’m too cold (standing on your front porch) | 
| They hate me, I love it, I’m so quick outta door | 
| With the fortune to feed my fam now, enough for everyone | 
| Them richies understand now, the hungry man spill blood | 
| When you run along with hungry, all of my family — homies | 
| Nobody gonna be lonely, even if you don’t really know me | 
| Pull out the guns, put one to your dome | 
| Robbing you for, everything that you’re own | 
| Take what we need, and leave what we don’t | 
| But I take it all, and don’t think that I won’t | 
| You’re know I make them run, for the life they go no more | 
| You know I teach my son, and daughter how I roll | 
| If I’mma stick with what you got, you know you don’t deserve it | 
| Don’t give a fuck, you called the cops cause I know nobody’s perfect | 
| Nobody move, nobody get hurt x4 |